After last week's guest kitty (or 'upstart' as Charlie called her), this weeks sees the return of the four. Well, three and a half really as Pepper was too excited by the high winds to stay in the house and kept darting in and out like an in and out thing.
I took Posky and Mrs Pod to the vets for their check-ups last week, always nerve-wracking. True to form Mrs P swore and yelled at the vet, and even managed a hiss as she had her mouth examined. She's fine and her ears were pronounced 'very clean', hurrah! Poor old Posky had to be left at the vets to have blood and urine tests, which came back with no change from April so we're very pleased about that. Both of them have lost weight however, which I think is down to the unenthusiastic response that renal food elicits (plus the fact that it is low protein). If they were all fed on tins of tuna every day they'd all be like fat furry barrels.
Talking of which... Mrs P and I were enjoying a quiet Sunday afternoon reading in the study when I made the mistake of getting up to get a drink. When I came back I found this.
Yes, Charlie had usurped my place on the sofa
and spread himself out like a bag of wet biscuits.
Cheeky little sod even put his back paws on my cushion!
This is him trying to look innocent (fail).
Here's one of Mrs P looking sickeningly cute.
...and this is her looking less than pleased
at being woken up to be told how cute she looked.
This is the face that vets usually see...
For more kitties visit Gattina's Cats on Tuesday.